It seems every year I choose someone to waste my time and affection on. Time and affection is surely not wasted really, but only when the other wants to both recieve and reciprocate.
Last term I tried to pursue quite a few ladies, none of whom returned my emotion. Yes, that's right, I said emotion. I eschew your sympathy, so don't bother.
last term I had multiple subjects of affection, but it seems now they have been boiled down; there is one who knows, but does not return, and one who has hardly any idea. If I allow myself to be talked into purchasing anything for anyone, do you not think that I percieve some potential? Or is that just me? Whatever.
I will give my gifts, and I will crash on. As I always do. I feel that it will make no difference, as ever, but I must carry on, so you can all learn from my mistake.
I have shed the leash of my chain. I invite damnation, as that is all I am fit for. Instead of blood, the Phlegethon runs through me; the fire which burns but does not consume.
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